Our weakness we confess. Contentment’s our best dower.
We’re things of flesh. The flesh to vanity unites.
Unless Thou call us, we become rebellious sprites.200
From Satan we escape, because Thou’st paid a price;
And bought our souls, to set us free from vice.
Thou art the Guide of all who live upon the earth.
Without his staff and guide, what is a blind man worth?
Besides Thee, all that’s goodly, all that shocks our sense,
Is fatal unto man,—consuming fire intense.
If any seek the fire, to make thereof a shield,